I read Plato and Aristotle and Hobbes and John Stuart Mill, and I became a Utilitarian. I read Milton, Newman, and Chesterton and became a muscular Christian. I read Dostoyevsky, Woolf, Eliot, and Auden and became a modernist. I read Lippmann, Veblen, Strachey, the Coles, and Marx himself and became a socialist. I made a tenuous effort to take this last exercise in theory into the realm of practice one afternoon when I went with a girlfriend to a socialist picnic. But the day turned into a disaster when a young man who seemed to me to be filled with working-class authenticity took one look at us and asked us nastily if we were "slumming."
"An American Girlhood"
The delightful first chapter of what would have been Jeanne Kirkpatrick's Memoir is here. RTWT --it's got poverty, Injuns, Texas oil fields, the frontier, a mugging in Chicago --and wise lessons on the republic! I like her description of college life:
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